“There is hope for us all.” That line acts as a coda of sorts for the final sequence in the newly released comedy “Mrs Harris Goes to Paris,” where Lesley Manville plays a widowed cleaning lady whose yearning for a couture Christian Dior dress takes her to Paris and on a string of adventures far beyond her dreams.
There is no single image, or sequence, in Joseph Kosinski’s “Spiderhead” that suggests any passionate stakes in its story, its characters or the world they inhabit.
Newly released on digital platforms, “Everything Everywhere All at Once” features a dizzying array of different genres and elements science fiction, comedy, family drama, absurdist humour, martial arts cinema, philosophical treatise and dystopian fantasy.
If you squint, you might recognise a slew of better films that the creators of “The Lost City” may have had in mind as they worked on developing Sandra Bullock’s latest ‘action, romantic comedy’.
It’s hard to say this without sounding a little self-satisfied, but halfway into “The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent” I guessed the exact way the last two scenes would play out.
Three releases currently in cinema, Michael Bay’s “Ambulance”, Ruben Fleischer’s video-game adaptation “Uncharted”, and Daniel Espinosa’s comic-book adaptation “Morbius” offer divergent (and sometimes convergent) approaches to what blockbuster filmmaking looks like in 2022.
By the end of Joe Wright’s “Cyrano”, which concludes with the requisite solemn tragedy of its source, I realised that I really had not been very taken with his gentle, thoughtful engagement with the more than century-old play.
What’s an Irish movie without a rendition of “Danny Boy”? Kenneth Branagh’s very-Irish “Belfast” confronts this question about midway into the film with an offkey rendition that’s oddly one of the scenes I found myself most drawn to.
The opening scene of Matt Reeves’ “The Batman,” the third live-action version of the caped-crusader in the last 16 years, delays our introduction to the eponymous vigilante.
In writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest feature, “Licorice Pizza”, a warm and fuzzy preoccupation with the past overwhelms the languorous manoeuvrings of its 134-minute running-time.
For all the things that might be said about Guillermo del Toro’s latest film, I’d be surprised to hear anyone say it’s anything less than consistently engaging.